I'm back and this time it's OFFICIAL...
Hello everyone. Settle down - we could be here for a while. I have, after all, been away for a week and there is plenty of stuff I need to talk about. Unfortunately I haven't really been keeping any notes about what I've been doing so instead of a day-by-day break down of stuff this will be a splurge of memory and run-on sentences.
I may as well start, as promised, with my expedient journey down the stairs. Actually it's nothing special but it's the first time I've fallen over for no apparent reason for a while. As soon as I have the tools I will be doing an artists impression of the events. I remember it was Monday morning and I had had a couple of cans of cider but not enough to seriously impede my balance, I wasn't carrying anything and I was being relatively careful but my new socks scuppered my apparent balance! The new socks which I had just shelled out for had the audacity to fight back. Now I've never considered my feet to be problematic. I have never had any negative comments about their odour and I think that they are possibly one of my better attributes but clearly my socks didn't agree. I'm not entirely sure what happened but my socks revolved around my foot, possibly glued to the carpet by static and grim determination, causing me to lose my grip and plummet from the top to the bottom. It hurt - simple as that and I did that strange walking-aimlessly-but-in-a-determined-manner-around-the-house thing that people do when they hurt themselves in a silly way.
I have taken photos of the bruises I sustained but they didn't come out very well. Fortunately the only thing that was damaged was my bond of trust with sock manufacturers worldwide. I keep wondering what inanimate objects are going to revolt next and whether there will be united uprisings between groups of consumables. Will we ever see guerilla warfare between people and tinned goods? Personally I doubt it but you never know
Even though I have tried to stay offline as much as I can (tricky when you work as internet tech support) I have been hiding out on the forums making sure that things are going smoothly. I resisted posting until I got a PM from Che. I'm not going to go into what it said because that is between man and hamster but it made me realise that I was just being stupid. I had cocooned myself away from people that I like in order to make myself feel better and clearly that isn't going to help. I was never depressed despite what I may have implied but I had this feeling that something was going to go tits up and I felt like I was going to have a hard time dealing with it. This has already been quoted elsewhere but in an email to Che I said "I'm not actually depressed - I'm having quite a laugh at the minute - but there is a dark sail permanently on the horizon and I need to make sure my ship is in order so the battle can be won (ooh good metaphor if not somewhat over dramatic)". I still like that metaphor but just so you can see where I am now - I feel like my friends and relations have crept up behing me with a whole fleet of warships and no matter how harsh things get we're gonna kick ass.
Just as I started feeling better I had the whole thing underlined by the house valuation turning up and being ok. There was much whooping and cheering on that particular day I can tell you. It looks like I'll be getting my offer of mortgage just as soon as they can process it. The only thing that could cause any problems from here is the searches discovering something strange - not very likely.
I know I have mentioned Che alot in this particular blog but she has played quite an important role in the last week. After making me see sense we had a good long chat on the phone and discussed what will happen when she hits these shores. Amazingly Che is the first person that I have met online that I am likely to meet in real life - strange considering the number of people I have e-met over the years (my god, i just came up with a new word and I'm going to try to make it popular). As part of the conversation she asked if I would consider becoming an admin(istrator) of the forums rather just a mod(erator) and, effectively, swap places with her. I liked the sound of it but only if the others agreed. I was put to everyone last night and i am happy to report that I was accepted. Sure, it's a bit geeky; yes, in the grand scheme it is merely a grain of sand but it was an important thing to me and further proved that my self-doubt was unjustified.
I've had further requests for stories from my formative years so I will be going into those very soon but not today. I'm sure that this will do for starters. One final thing to say though:
It's good to be back
Today's Word: RECRUDESCENCE (it's a perspective thing)
Today's Mood: Relieved
Updatey
I can now exclusively reveal details of the fall. All events and characters are as realistic as possible (except where noted). Apologies to those of you with snail powered modems.
1) Hmmm, I'm thirsty I think more booze may be required
2) All I need to do is get down these steep and seemingly massive stairs wearing my brand new socks and get to the fridge
3) Comrade Leftski, we have been trampled on for too long we must revolt
4) Yes Comrade Rightski I agree but didn't we look like boots just a second ago
5) Schtumm
6) Right
7) The socks revolt and the fall begins
8) Christ
9) Oooph
10) Owwwwieeeee
11) Actual fall may not have resulted in this postion
12) Finally I have landed and now I must walk around the house puffing and panting like an idiot
As further proof here are the bruises on my arm:
All in all a painful and yet absolutely hilarious adventure. Special thanks to Alison for providing the life-like replica of me (how I'm not entirely sure) and to Stabilo pens for the hair colouring.
Hello everyone. Settle down - we could be here for a while. I have, after all, been away for a week and there is plenty of stuff I need to talk about. Unfortunately I haven't really been keeping any notes about what I've been doing so instead of a day-by-day break down of stuff this will be a splurge of memory and run-on sentences.
I may as well start, as promised, with my expedient journey down the stairs. Actually it's nothing special but it's the first time I've fallen over for no apparent reason for a while. As soon as I have the tools I will be doing an artists impression of the events. I remember it was Monday morning and I had had a couple of cans of cider but not enough to seriously impede my balance, I wasn't carrying anything and I was being relatively careful but my new socks scuppered my apparent balance! The new socks which I had just shelled out for had the audacity to fight back. Now I've never considered my feet to be problematic. I have never had any negative comments about their odour and I think that they are possibly one of my better attributes but clearly my socks didn't agree. I'm not entirely sure what happened but my socks revolved around my foot, possibly glued to the carpet by static and grim determination, causing me to lose my grip and plummet from the top to the bottom. It hurt - simple as that and I did that strange walking-aimlessly-but-in-a-determined-manner-around-the-house thing that people do when they hurt themselves in a silly way.
I have taken photos of the bruises I sustained but they didn't come out very well. Fortunately the only thing that was damaged was my bond of trust with sock manufacturers worldwide. I keep wondering what inanimate objects are going to revolt next and whether there will be united uprisings between groups of consumables. Will we ever see guerilla warfare between people and tinned goods? Personally I doubt it but you never know
Even though I have tried to stay offline as much as I can (tricky when you work as internet tech support) I have been hiding out on the forums making sure that things are going smoothly. I resisted posting until I got a PM from Che. I'm not going to go into what it said because that is between man and hamster but it made me realise that I was just being stupid. I had cocooned myself away from people that I like in order to make myself feel better and clearly that isn't going to help. I was never depressed despite what I may have implied but I had this feeling that something was going to go tits up and I felt like I was going to have a hard time dealing with it. This has already been quoted elsewhere but in an email to Che I said "I'm not actually depressed - I'm having quite a laugh at the minute - but there is a dark sail permanently on the horizon and I need to make sure my ship is in order so the battle can be won (ooh good metaphor if not somewhat over dramatic)". I still like that metaphor but just so you can see where I am now - I feel like my friends and relations have crept up behing me with a whole fleet of warships and no matter how harsh things get we're gonna kick ass.
Just as I started feeling better I had the whole thing underlined by the house valuation turning up and being ok. There was much whooping and cheering on that particular day I can tell you. It looks like I'll be getting my offer of mortgage just as soon as they can process it. The only thing that could cause any problems from here is the searches discovering something strange - not very likely.
I know I have mentioned Che alot in this particular blog but she has played quite an important role in the last week. After making me see sense we had a good long chat on the phone and discussed what will happen when she hits these shores. Amazingly Che is the first person that I have met online that I am likely to meet in real life - strange considering the number of people I have e-met over the years (my god, i just came up with a new word and I'm going to try to make it popular). As part of the conversation she asked if I would consider becoming an admin(istrator) of the forums rather just a mod(erator) and, effectively, swap places with her. I liked the sound of it but only if the others agreed. I was put to everyone last night and i am happy to report that I was accepted. Sure, it's a bit geeky; yes, in the grand scheme it is merely a grain of sand but it was an important thing to me and further proved that my self-doubt was unjustified.
I've had further requests for stories from my formative years so I will be going into those very soon but not today. I'm sure that this will do for starters. One final thing to say though:
It's good to be back
Today's Word: RECRUDESCENCE (it's a perspective thing)
Today's Mood: Relieved
Updatey
I can now exclusively reveal details of the fall. All events and characters are as realistic as possible (except where noted). Apologies to those of you with snail powered modems.
1) Hmmm, I'm thirsty I think more booze may be required
2) All I need to do is get down these steep and seemingly massive stairs wearing my brand new socks and get to the fridge
3) Comrade Leftski, we have been trampled on for too long we must revolt
4) Yes Comrade Rightski I agree but didn't we look like boots just a second ago
5) Schtumm
6) Right
7) The socks revolt and the fall begins
8) Christ
9) Oooph
10) Owwwwieeeee
11) Actual fall may not have resulted in this postion
12) Finally I have landed and now I must walk around the house puffing and panting like an idiot
As further proof here are the bruises on my arm:
All in all a painful and yet absolutely hilarious adventure. Special thanks to Alison for providing the life-like replica of me (how I'm not entirely sure) and to Stabilo pens for the hair colouring.
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